The spread of toxic semen The taste so sweet yet sour And blinded by a world You're seeing now I stole your pretty flower Better to lie I'd like to take a moment to sell you something really grand For nine hundred ninety nine nine hundred nine nine million And ninety nine cents You too can buy your very own Vangozeer I can't contain my lust for For you're so fairly made And if I had the chance To take you out You'll wish that you had stayed Better to lie Better to lie Crazy son Hold your breath And bite your tongue Crazy child All these things You have defiled I'll take what you are giving I'll steal what you are not A life disturbed May have no meaning here Yet only I forgot Better to lie